Bellingham: The City of Some Dude's Excitement

Bellingham: The City of Some Dude’s Excitement

A poetic novel about family, travel, and the migration of the mind from Oneida, Wisconsin to Bellingham, Washington. A coloring book. A journal. A friend. A daydream.

Excerpts from Bellingham: The City of Some Dude’s Excitement

Here trees have a treaty with the earth
A treaty that was never signed
Not with sap
Not with rain
Not with ink
Not with blood
A treaty that will never be broken
Because they never agreed
That they would do their work apart from each other
Or in spite of one another
My hands tied together
With two states
In a treasure map
I was an underdog
And a thundercat
Sunburned souls of feet
Dark underneath like peach stone game
Naked as children
On hell’s gleeds and planted seeds untortured
And these are the weeds the trees I worship
Fist full of dust
Where we used to make mud pied
Washing dirt off the conscious of
Late to rise farmers
And early to leave charmers
Count your blessings not your presents
Oh Jade I prayed
Let givers give
And forgivers give
And livers live in livelihood
Let the warship of worshipers shipwreck
On Gibraltar’s stone
Let the captain be blinded by the sun
Ears defined by the cannon ball gun
And let the slaves lead the way back home
For they know the stories of the starts
And have drank the blood of mars
And matched the skin of night
To circumnavigate the universe unnoticed
And further more unannounced
They observe with purpose
And take pinch
I have listened to the string bands
And climbed Shuksan in a dream
In Autumn I studied the book of Saul
And fell in love with She
Galaxies of mythology
Mystify the time
Accordions can burden men
But they’re stretching out my mind
In my mouth I’ve built a well
That tunnels to my heart
I’ll pull the pail and regurgitate
The truest form of self
I’ve closed my eyes and held my breath
And counted up to ten
And in that time
I’ll bet the farm
You couldn’t imagine where I’ve been
I walked the block where the isles talk
And black sand turns to snow
The beach the trail the fort the port
The cliff the bridge the ghost
I died a million deaths
Childhood was fun
Opened my eyes to finalize
But this place has just begun
To understand that:
Books are planets
Parents are poets
Blueberries are black holes
Blackberries fill blue bowls
Mole holes doors to
The Underground Railroad
Broccoli to me miniature trees
Cauliflower a fresh snowfall
Bellies of belugas gardens
Fish sworn enemy with tarter
Kiss with lines of symmetry
Sedimentary ideologies solidify
Here the clouds love to cry
Lightning bolts makes mother earths hair stand up
Today she wears two braids they are twisters
Sisters of Elly May,
She sings in the shower Oh Susanna
Her smile a bright banana
I wish you could see the world
Through my troubled eyes
My vicious eyes
And sometimes my lonely eyes
I wish I could have a conversation
I could plagiarize
I wish I could say words with my hands
And spray paint them on the night sky
For you to decipher
Like glowing neon graffiti constellations
Then watch them vanish
As I curl my toes around the morning dew
And curl my lips around…
Around you…

Bellingham: The City of Some Dude’s Excitement

A book of poems about family, travel, and the migration of the mind from Oneida, Wisconsin to Bellingham, Washington. A coloring book. A journal. A friend. A daydream. Poems written by Richard “Lotni” Elm-Hill. Illustrations by Wiebe Boersma.